“Please go away and take M. St. Jacques with you,” she had begged Brock, as he had left the table. “I must have it out with him sometime, and I’d rather have it over.”
Brock looked at his watch.
“Will an hour be long enough?” he asked.
“I can’t tell. Please bid me good night now,” she urged him.
He smiled reassuringly3 down into her anxious eyes.
“Don’t take the situation too tragically5, Miss Howard,” he said, with a brotherly kindness she was quick to feel as a relief to her strained nerves. “You weren’t to blame in the first place, and I can bear witness that you have been the most loyal friend he has had. If he is a bit unpleasant about it, send him to me, and I’ll knock him down.” He rose; but he lingered long enough to add, “I’ll look in on you, about nine o’clock, and see if I can help pick up the pieces.” And, with a nod of farewell, he was gone.
“Are you busy?” Barth asked, as he joined her, a little later.
“Am I ever busy in this indolent atmosphere?” she questioned in return, with a futile6 effort for her usual careless manner.
“Sometimes, as far as I am concerned. But what if we come into the drawing-room? It is quieter there.”
He spoke7 gently, yet withal there was something masterful in his manner, and Nancy felt that her hour was come. Nervously8 she tried to anticipate it.
“Fray?” His accent was interrogative.
“For the discussion, then.”
He was moving a chair forward. Then he looked up sharply, as he stood aside for her to take it.
“I can’t see that there is reason for any discussion, Miss Howard.”
“But you know you think I have been playing a double game with you,” Nancy broke out, in sudden irritation10 at his quiet.
His hands in his pockets, he walked across to the window and stood looking out. Then he turned to face Nancy.
“No. I am not sure that I do.”
“You feel that I ought to have told you before?”
“I don’t see why,” she said defensively.
“Perhaps not. Still, it isn’t pleasant to be a stranger, and the one person outside a secret which concerns one’s self most of all.”
“No.”
“I wish you had told me,” he said thoughtfully. “It might have prevented some things that now I should like to forget.”
“For instance?”
“For instance, the way I have told you details with which you were already familiar.”
Nancy laughed nervously.
“And some with which I wasn’t familiar at all,” she added.
Barth’s color rose to the roots of his hair, and he bit his lip. Then he answered, with the same level accent,—
“Yes. But even you must admit that my error was unintentional.”
Nancy sat up straight in her deep chair.
“Even me!” she echoed stormily. “What do you mean, Mr. Barth?”
He met her angry eyes fearlessly, yet with perfect respect.
“Even you who were willing to take all the advantage of a complete stranger.”
“But I took no advantage,” she protested.
“No,” he admitted, after a pause. “Perhaps it was forced upon you. However, you accepted it. Miss Howard,” he paused again; “we Englishmen dislike to make ourselves needlessly ridiculous.”
She started to interrupt him; but he gave her no opportunity.
“I was ridiculous. I can fancy how funny it all must have seemed to you: my meeting you here without recognizing you, my telling you over all my regard for my former nurse. Of course, I must have seemed an ass4 to you, and to Mr. Brock and Mr. St. Jacques, too, after you had told them.”
This time, Nancy did interrupt him.
“Stop, Mr. Barth!” she said angrily. “Now you are the one who is unfair. I did tell Mr. Brock about our adventure at Sainte Anne-de-Beaupré; but it was when I first met him, when I had no idea that either of us would ever see you again. I told the adventure; but I used no names. You had been in the house for several days before Mr. Brock found out that you were my former patient, and he found it out then from your own lips. When he told M. St. Jacques, or whether he told him at all, I am unable to say. I do know that M. St. Jacques knew it; but, upon my honor, I have told no one but the Lady and Mr. Reginald Brock.”
Bravely, angrily, she raised her eyes to his. Notwithstanding his former doubts, Barth believed her implicitly15.
“Forgive my misunderstanding you, then,” he said simply. “But why couldn’t you have told me?”
“How could I?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Even when we were introduced?” he urged.
“It was before that that you had refused to recognize me.”
“When was that?”
“At the table, the first time you reappeared here,” she said vindictively17. “I did my best to speak to you then; but you tried to give me the impression that you had never seen me before.”
“I never had. You forget that my glasses were lost. You should be generous to a near-sighted man, Miss Howard, as you once were kind to a cripple. You might have given me another chance, when we were introduced.”
“And, even at Sainte Anne, you might have told me you were coming to Quebec,” he went on. “You knew I was coming here; you might have given me the opportunity to call and thank you.”
Impatiently Nancy clasped her hands and unclasped them.
“What is the use of arguing about it all?” she demanded restlessly. “You never could see the truth of it; no man could. I don’t want to beg off and make excuses. I have been in a false position from the start. I never made it, nor even sought it. It all came from chance. Still, it has been impossible for me to get myself out of it; but truly, Mr. Barth,” she looked up at him appealingly; “from the first hour I met you at Sainte Anne until to-day, I have never meant to be disloyal to you.”
“Then why couldn’t you have told me you had met me before?” he asked, returning to his first question with a curious persistency19.
Nancy fenced with the question.
Barth’s eyes opened to their widest limit.
“Oh, really,” he said blankly.
“No; not in any social sense. Nobody introduced us. I was just your nurse.”
Suddenly, for the first time since the discovery of Nancy’s identity, there flashed upon Barth’s mind the thought of the guinea. He turned scarlet21. Then he rallied.
“Miss Howard,” he said slowly, as he took the chair at her side; “I am not sure you were the only one who has been placed in a false position.”
The girl’s irritation vanished, and she laughed.
“About the guinea? Perhaps we can cry quits, Mr. Barth. Still, your mistake was justifiable22. You took me for a nurse.”
“Yes. And so you were.”
“Thank you for the implied compliment. But, I mean, for a hired nurse.”
“Certainly. I did hire you. At least, I paid you wa—”
In mercy to his later reflections, Nancy cut him off in the midst of his phrase.
“Perhaps. We knew you wouldn’t let me do it out of charity, so my father collected his usual fee in two ways.”
Barth’s glasses had fallen from his nose. Now, his eyes still on Nancy’s face, he felt vaguely23 for the string.
“And you never received your money?”
Again the frosty accent came into Nancy’s tone.
“Certainly not.”
“Oh, what a beastly shame!” And, seizing his glasses, Barth stared at her in commiserating24 surprise.
For a short instant, Nancy longed to tweak the glasses from his nose. Then she laughed.
“As a rule, I don’t nurse people for money, Mr. Barth,” she said lightly.
“No? How generous you must be, Miss Howard!”
Was there ever a more maddening combination of manly25 simplicity26 and British bigotry27, Nancy reflected impatiently. More and more she began to despair of making her position clear. Nevertheless, she went on steadily,—
“And, in fact, you were my one and only patient.”
“That you have ever had, in all your professional life?”
“I never had any professional life,” Nancy replied shortly.
Barth’s face showed his increasing perplexity.
“But you are a nurse.”
“You nursed me.”
“After a fashion.”
“What for?”
Again Nancy’s impatience29 gave place to mirth.
“To cure you, of course.”
“Rather! But I didn’t mean that. We all know it, in fact; and you did it awfully30 well. But what made you—er—pick me out in the first place?”
“Pick you out?” This time, Nancy was the one to show perplexity.
“Yes. How did you happen to choose me for a patient?”
Nancy gasped31 at the new phase of the situation opened by Barth’s words. In his British ignorance of American customs, did he think that she habitually32 wandered about the country, selecting attractive strangers to be the objects of her feminine ministrations?
“I didn’t choose you,” she said indignantly.
“Then, by George, how did you get me?” Mr. Cecil Barth queried33, by this time too tangled34 in the web of mystery to select his words with care.
“Mr. Barth,” she said at last; “we are talking in two different languages. If we keep on, we shall end by needing an interpreter. This is the whole of my side of the story, so please listen. I am not a nurse. I am not anything but just a commonplace American girl who dances and who eats fish in Lent. My father is a doctor, and, even in New York, one knows his name. He came up here to rest and to gather materials for a monograph36 on the miracles of Sainte Anne-de-Beaupré, and I came with him. I always do go with him. We had been at Sainte Anne a little more than a week, when there was a pilgrimage. I had never seen a pilgrimage, so I went down to the church. As I was coming out afterwards, I saw some one fall. No one was near, except the pilgrim people; and they all lost their heads and fell to crowding and gesticulating. I was afraid you would be trodden on; and my father has always trained me what to do in emergencies, so I told the people to stand back. By the time I could get to you, you had fainted; but I saw you were no pilgrim. In fact,” Nancy added, with sudden malice37; “I took you for an American.”
“Oh, I am sure you were very kind,” he protested hastily.
“I am glad you think so. Well, you know the rest of the story.”
Barth rose and stood facing her.
“No,” he objected. “That is exactly what I do not know.”
“How you were taken to the Gagnier farm?”
“How you became my nurse,” he persisted quietly. “Please don’t leave that out of your story, Miss Howard.”
She smiled.
“It was sheer necessity, Mr. Barth. You said you spoke no French; neither did I. You were suffering and in need of a doctor at once. I knew of no doctor there but my father, and you assented to my suggestion of him. He will tell you that your ankle was in a bad condition and needed constant care. I knew he was not strong enough to give it, and I telegraphed all over Quebec in a vain search for a nurse. I couldn’t get one; neither, for the sake of a few conventions, could I let you end your days with a stiff ankle. There was only one thing to be done, and I did it.” She stopped for a moment. Then she added, “I only hope I may not have done it too clumsily. It was new work for me, Mr. Barth; but I did the very best I could.”
In her earnest self-justification, she sat looking up at Barth with the unconscious eyes of a child. Barth held out his hand.
“Miss Howard, you must have thought me an awful cad,” he said contritely39.
“I did, at first; but now I know better,” she answered honestly. “There was no real reason you should have known I was not an hireling. At first, I resented it, though. I resented it again, when you came here and didn’t recognize me. It seemed to me impossible that you could have spent ten days with me, and forgotten me so completely. It wasn’t flattering to my vanity, Mr. Barth; and I only gained my lost self-respect when you informed me, the other day, that you were still hoping to meet me again.”
He echoed her laugh; but his tone was a little eager, as he added,—
“And that, in my secret thoughts, I used to call you my Good Sainte Anne?”
Nancy shook her head.
“Never that, I fear,” she answered lightly. “The Good Sainte Anne works miracles, Mr. Barth.”
“Oh, yes,” he said slowly. “I know she does. But sometimes the surest miracles are the slowest to reach their full perfection.”
“And there are many pilgrims to her shrine40 who go away again without having beheld41 a miracle,” she reminded him, still with the same lightness.
“Oh, rather!” he answered gravely. “Still, do you know, Miss Howard, I may be the one exception who proves the rule.”
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